Spinning Spinning!!!

Zoola here,

I'm supposed to be writing something interesting right now for my writing course, but my head is spinning and I can't think of anything creative. This day has been like WOOOOA, it's Friday and I had six cups of coffee. When you don't really go to bed until four in the morning that is a perfect way to start off your day. But unfortunately the caffeine makes my thoughts spin even more. They are bouncing around in my head like those little elastic balls that you can get at the dollar store. Those balls are so amusing but don't throw them if you're in someones living room because you might break a lamp. Trust me I know.
I really don't like the niggardly. It just sounds wrong but it makes me laugh at the same time. It means to be stingy or ungenerous. There are so many weird words out there. Right now my favorite word is languish. To languish is to wallow in your own misery/lie there unmoving, completely numb. I will put it in a phrase for you so you understand clearly: "I don't want to do work, I just want to go home and languish in my bed."
Hehehehe
Random Random Spinning, like I said.

just wondering how you move your essay into something of the teachers folder?

hey mortimer, willing to help me? of course you are! AT LUNCH~~!@@@

My ears are deaf but I can hear
Hear my lonely cries of fear
Hear the cries which draw my tear
The cries of pain that no one's near

My eyes are blind but I can see
See I'm alone with only me
Like a field with a single lonely tree
A lone boat floating aimlessly across the sea

I can't touch but I can feel
Feel the loneliness I conceal
Keeping it beneath my rotting peel
Hiding it for no one to steal

Guess where i am right now? the exchange student room.
But there are no exchange students in it.
Other then chris.
:D
but he isn't an exchnage student
he hangs out with them enough and could potential pose to be one when the new ones come along.
um, i should be working on my three book essay i guess
i start work tonight.
wooooooooooooooo

Ashoka= girly man, not because he was a pacifist though

PS: That's a man??!

This blogger e-mail address has come in some pretty good handy lately for sending myself school stuff. The only downside is now just about anyone in this "diary club" can read my e-mails/essays. Just hope they couldn't be bothered.

In this picture there is apparently a famous person behind this van, waiting to cross the street. Appearances can be deceptive: I don't remember who he was...

ashoka, the man below, i just finished a not so gruelling essay on.
yippy for me.

hahah tyson, tais-toi!